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He pointed at the ground with feigned surprise: "Hey, sir, was it you who dropped this money bag?"

"Oh, it's true."

The two of them smiled tacitly, with an expression of 'I'm optimistic about you', lowered their heads, picked up the money bag, and waved to him: "Get out of here."

"Thank you, thank you sir." Hao Xinghe left with a smile.

When he arrived at the inn, he quickly asked for an upper room. Through the window of the room, he could clearly see the Chunfeng Xiaoyu Building not far away, which had been reduced to charred ruins...

That Yan Wan... what on earth did he do?

Hao Xinghe stood at the window with a gloomy face, looking at the ruins in the distance, with a very complicated mood.

Hao Xinghe, who thought he had escaped, had no idea about the conversation between the two Jin Yiwei after he left.

"Are we going to let him go?" One person weighed his money bag and said calmly, leaning against the entrance of the alley.

The other person sneered, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "Haha, you think he's fine? This is ten taels of silver, can ordinary people take it out casually? This person definitely has a secret."

The man holding the money bag patted his companion on the shoulder and left quickly. "He has come into Fu Inn. I will go back and report to the Lord first. You can contact the informant here."

Informants, in fact, even the chess pieces of Jin Yiwei's intelligence network, they are distributed all over the world, with different identities, passed down from generation to generation, and some will never be used in their lifetime.

From the princes and ministers to the common people in the market. They are found in every walk of life and in every place.

This is the Jinyiwei, a spy organization that has monitored the world for hundreds of years.

Even though it has gradually declined, the remaining foundation is still so strong that it makes people tremble.

"Master Jiang is looking for you." The young eunuch came to Yan Huan's home and said.

"Lead the way." Yan Wan wiped the sweat from practicing his sword and said calmly.

It wasn't Shen Yi who came this time, and he didn't know the other person. He just said a few words to him on the way.

When he arrived at Dongchang, the young eunuch apologized and went to work on other things.

Yan Wan rushed to Jiang Yi and clasped his fists: "Sir, what do you want from me?"

Jiang Yi smiled and said: "You have done a good job in this matter. Your Majesty asked me to promote you. Tell me, what do you want?"

"House!" Yan Wan blurted out these two words without hesitation.

"..."

Jiang Yi's eyes twitched and he couldn't help but stare at Yan Wan, as if he was curious about his choice. "Why don't you want to be promoted?"

"Well……"

Yan Wang scratched his head and said sheepishly: "Sir, I am not suitable for officialdom. Fighting and killing are more suitable for me. Besides, my house is in dilapidated condition now. If you ask me, I won't... …hehe."

Jiang Yi was also speechless.

He found that Yan Wan had a quick mind, a far-sighted vision, and strong kung fu. However, his political consciousness was a bit poor. No wonder he couldn't get along in Jinyiwei.

To put it harshly, this grandson is hopeless, has no ambition, no ideals, and no aspirations.

Nowadays, Jin Yiwei is a bunch of old guys. He has no backing, no background, and he is not a person who likes to follow the crowd.

He has never read a book, never been to a school, and with his worthless coward, it is understandable that he would be bullied...

But having said that, anyone like Yan Wan is liked by his boss.

Take a look... I don't want to be in a position, I have a shrewd mind, and I am agile, and I only pursue material things.

If you put this in modern society, no one would want it. After all, modern society is full of a bunch of bosses trying to make a big deal out of you and talk about the future. When it comes to money, they will immediately fall out.

But in this feudal society, Yan Wanke is a rare talent.

After all, everyone likes subordinates who can do things quickly, especially when the other party is powerful but cannot threaten you.

money! Is the East Factory in short supply?

Even if Jinyiwei is short of money, Dongchang will not be short of money.

Therefore, the more Jiang Yi looked at Yan Wan, the more satisfied he felt.

Jiang Yi sighed helplessly, with a complicated feeling of hating that iron cannot become steel. "If you have strength, you have to sit where you should. A man has made great achievements and has great ambitions. Look at your virtue!"

"Sir, when we were young, we had a hard life. So..." Yan Wan was very determined and wanted the house if he was sure about it. If it doesn't work, you can accept it at a discount.

"Get out, get out, get out." Jiang Yi kicked him on the butt with a look of disgust on his face.

Seeing him standing there aggrieved, Jiang Yi shook his head helplessly and threw him a land deed: "The garden outside the capital is yours. Don't leave in a hurry. Go inside and report that you are now a slave. I’m qualified to have a photo taken.”

"Do the servants control people?" Yan Wan rubbed his hands, feeling a little nervous.

Jiang Yi's mouth twitched: "No matter. I promise you don't care. It's just a promotion, and you can still do your job."

"That's good, thank you sir." Yan Wan put away the land deed and left here happily.

Jiang Yi looked at his back with complicated emotions. He sighed after a long time: "...There is still a long way to go."

This kid Yan Wan probably doesn't know that he has fallen into the eyes of the Holy Emperor. This time, the Emperor personally ordered him to come down. If nothing happens, this guy will definitely go up.

But look at how embarrassed he is now...

Jiang Yi felt that it was better to cultivate him slowly. After all, everyone has to go through a growth process.

anyway……

The so-called retained photos are similar to ID photos.

But now that I don’t have a camera, I naturally rely on an artist to paint.

After this kind of portrait is completed, it will be hung in the East Factory, and Yan Wan's detailed information will also be included in the book.

It can be regarded as ancient archival information.

Under the guidance of the painter, Yan Wan changed his clothes and sat on the chair with great dignity. He sat there for two hours, and it was not until the sky got dark that he was completely finished. Find the book garden www.zhaｏshuyuaｎ.com

With his back aching, he felt that sitting here was more uncomfortable than fighting with someone. When I got home, I didn't even bother to take off my clothes, I just got into bed and fell asleep.

Rumble...thunder rolling.

"It's raining again... huh?"

Yan Wang's pupils shrank, he jumped up from the bed, raised his sword and jumped out of the bed. He looked at the roof in confusion.

The next moment, in vain the bricks and tiles collapsed, the beams were broken, and a black shadow fell from the middle, hitting the bed, and buried it with the pouring bricks and tiles.

"Jinyiwei." The Han sword was thrown out, accurately penetrated into the iron ring of the waist card on the table, and then flew into Yan Wan's hand.

Then two people got down from the big hole in the house and landed on the ground to confront each other. One of the people in Feiyu uniform tilted his head towards Yan Wan: "The government is doing business, and the idle people should retreat... huh?"

He was a little stunned when he saw Yan Wan's attire.

Yan Wang threw his belt card to him, took three steps and came to this person, his eyes flickered as he looked at this young man.

"Who is he?" he asked.

Jin Yiwei crawled out of the ruins and said weakly, holding his chest: "We were patrolling Chunfeng Xiaoyu Building today and found this man standing on the roadside, looking at the ruins for a long time.

We thought that this person might be related to the group of killers, so we went forward for questioning. I was fooled by his answer, but then an informant came to report that this person was at the inn, asking for news about Chunfeng Xiaoyu Building.

That’s why we came here to arrest him and interrogate him, and also to check his background. We never thought that this man has extraordinary martial arts, and more than a dozen of our brothers are now seriously injured..."

"Chunfeng, Xiaoyulou?" Yan Wan murmured, making a gesture to the two of them, and took the badge by the way: "One person will go to Dongchang to summon the messenger, and the other person will take care of the injured brothers."

"Yes, Mr. Yan." The two looked at each other, picked up the embroidered spring knife, staggered through the door and left.